Luyện nghe bài hát Bout It Bout It Part. 3

[Intro: P] + (Cam'Ron)
Yo Cam, let's flip this thing on these
me
(Let's do it my nigga)
Well do your
(There's nothin', man)
(Up top, south, right)
Oh yeah, oh
(We it)
whoadie
(Yeah)
Yo, this one goes out to them boys
That's it, bout it
P, Cam'Ron
We takin' this from the South to the

I represent, where them at
145th and you get your head cracked
Get your legs snapped, arm trist, cracked
Wig tapped, play fair day care napped
You think you real, well my posse is
Your moms mobbin' and rapin' her, Arabia
I'm 89 and oh, and eightiers
Beef in N-O I had to No Limit up
Baby mack gat love the way the baby
Got my baby boo, cop the X5, that's a baby
rollin' big, Jimmy in the Caddy
Dayton, Youngstown, Cleveland,
In the I represent the C-O
Please ho, Harlem World forty if me, yo
eleven or bricks get seven off
Snow so white thing missin' is seven dwarfs

[Master P]
Killa Cam, you know he bout it, it
Jim Jones, you he bout it, bout it
Freeky Z, you he bout it, bout it
Santana, that boy bout it, it
Harlem World, you know they bout it, it
Diplomats, you know they rowdy,
and Broadway, them boys real
You know them boys, they play

Aiiyo, I'm bouncin' through an or two
My crib look like the
A fountain too, no water, pumpin' Mountain Dew
Front on y'all little I was bound to do
I made a weird, chickenheads can't my shoes
I got head but more mouth
119th to the whorehouse, soon as the out
rotten, my block top was spoppy poppin'
I pop ack over some oxi
Cotton and Roxy Robins
Rubies and we poppin'
Booties, and glocks'll stop 'em
Battery on his head, top him
When I'm in the building dogg, you got to him
Got to spot him tray eight a floor
The D.A., seargent and coroner's - now
get eight done, dips that don't play none
Jim Jones, Freeky, Killa and the great one -

[Jim
You know I claim (What you claim?) where them bang
15th and Lennox, nine tray they do they own
In uptown, up on 40 a phat hit the block
Dogg he move water shit, he like the network
Over wet work, you come up on that paper get a wet shirt
Then if you through Foster and Taft
Flossin' that cash and gangstas put the torch to ass
And I can't forget AK and
My dogs straight crazy 'cause the blast ya
One callin' daddy and Q
LB's and Sally your crew, now come on
And stacks, right in front the liquor store
Hennesy, lil' me me you the flipped the raw
Much upset, oh yeah bout it
16 up out the glock I come about it

P]
140 Lennox, you they bout it, bout it
Taliban and up top, you know they rowdy,
Master P, the New No
You see us hustlas it real, that's why we keep winnin'
Blackadome, you know he it, bout it
Lucius Sheist, you they rowdy, rowdy
on, man we gangstas fo' sho
CP-3 Dirty South, the N-O
C-Murder, the block down
We get whoadie even on lockdown
ATL, you know they it, bout it
Mississippi, Detroit, you know they rowdy,
L.A., you they bout it, bout it
and North Carolina, you know they rowdy, rowdy
Oklahoma and Tennessee, Boston and Texas, they
bout it, Hawaii rowdy
Alaska, Chicago, I mean they bout it, it
Indiana, you know they it
St. Louis, Kentucky, you know rowdy, rowdy
bout it, Milwaukee bout it
The N-O to the N-Y, you know we rowdy,

[Outro][Jim & Master P]
Bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce fool
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce bounce
Bounce bounce bounce
(You they rowdy, rowdy)
Bounce bounce fool